“You see aright. I am both Queen and Elidhu, here and there, wildfire and hearthfire, forgetting and remembrance. But do no yet speak of this, for men are impatient with such things and do not brook contradiction.”

“Here I am with you & yet not for a single moment do I forget that there's an unfinished novel waiting for me.”

“But forget all that--it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do a brand-new thing. See, I have already begun!”

“She is here amongst us, but she is not alone,” one of the pixie dust angels told the queen of the woods.“And?” the queen demanded.“She is with some boy. Both look strange, if you ask me.”“Strange, how?” the queen asked.“Strange. You know they don’t look as we do.” “How do they look?” The queen turned and looked at the pixie angel with her purple eye that sat in the middle of her forehead. “I don’t know. They have things like the little people in Vanduesa.”“What things might you be referring to?” the queen’s voice rose impatiently. “You know those things that the little people get around with.” The queen laughed, revealing yellowing teeth. “Oh, the things the little people in Vanduesa refer to as legs.”“That’s it.” The pixie angel did an excited flip, and then nodded her head.”

“When I start a new seminar I tell my students that I will undoubtedly contradict myself, and that I will mean both things. But an acceptance of contradiction is no excuse for fuzzy thinking. We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledge that they cannot take us all the way.”

“I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”